I am reading this exceptional novel by Vikram Seth,
and it has been stirring images familiar and known,
(So strong, that it makes me moan. )
Here, in this post, I will share a page,
which represents almost exactly my current stage.
A linkless node, no spouse or sibling,
No children- John wanders alone
Into an ice cream parlor. Nibbling
The edges of a sugar cone
By turns, a pair of high school lovers
Stand, giggling. John, uncharmed, discovers
His favorite flavors, Pumpkin Pie
And Bubble Gum, decides to buy
A double scoop; sits down; but whether
His eyes fall on a knot of three
Schoolgirls, a clamorous family,
Or, munching cheerfully together,
A hippie and a Castro clone,
It hurts that only he’s alone.
He goes home, seeking consolation
Among old Beatles and Pink Floyd-
But “Girl” elicits mere frustration,
While “Money” leaves him more annoyed.
Alas, he hungers less for money
Than, for a fleeting taste of Honey.
Murmuring, “Money- it’s a gas!…
The lunatic is on the grass,”
He pours himself a beer. Desires
And reminiscences intrude
Upon his unpropitious mood
Until he feels that he requires
A one way Ticket to Ride- and soon-
Across the Dark Side of the Moon.